We've probably all gone skinny-dipping one time or another in our lives, enjoying that feeling of absolute freedom provided by swimming naked. Of course, nude swimming isn't allowed in most places, so you either have to find an isolated beach, have a private pool or know someone who does. When I was a kid, my buddies and I used to go skinny-dipping in the local lake. We got away with it because we swam late at night and at a small neighborhood beach. It was a great way to refresh ourselves after the heat of the summer day. From time to time we had the added enjoyment of downing a few beers as we sat on the beach, but that wasn't often, since most of us weren't old enough to buy beer legally. Even though I had just turned 18, the legal age to buy liquor in our state was 21. So you had to find someone older to buy the beer, or just "borrow" it from a parent. The bottom line is that finding beer was always a problem. At least it was a problem until the night we had an uninvited visitor to our little beach.
We first saw him walking along the path through the woods down to what we all considered to be our private beach. We were all in the water as he approached. He was a young guy, probably in his 20's, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and carrying two large shopping bags. I had seen him before, since he had recently moved into the biggest house in the neighborhood. He seemed like a nice-enough guy, but I'd never met him. I couldn't figure out why he'd be carrying two shopping bags down to our secluded beach.
"Hi guys, I've been noticing you walking by my house headed for the beach these past few days and just wanted to see what was going on. Hope you don't mind. It sure looks like you've got a great way to cool off."
Andy, the oldest of our group, answered him. "It's no problem with us if you don't mind that we're all naked. But, why in hell are you carrying those bags down here to our beach?"
"Well, I suspected you might be skinny-dipping down here, so I was hoping you'd let me join the group. I thought maybe some beer might persuade you."
As he set the bags down on the beach, Andy walked out of the water to get a closer look. "Damn, look at this, guys, it's four six packs of Bud. This guy sure knows how to get an invitation. Everybody agree we let him join us?"
"Fuck yes," I said, as I got out of the water. "Let's have a beer on it." Both Andy and I popped open the top of a beer as the guy watched us. "C'mon guys, get a beer," I said, "and meet our new neighbor." The other three members of our group got out of the water and grabbed a beer. I could see our new friend was enjoying looking at us and wasn't shy about staring at our cocks.
"So, what's your name, neighbor," Andy asked, "and if you're going to join us, you're overdressed."
He grinned. "I'm Jim," he said. "Thanks for letting me join you. I'd love to get naked and enjoy a swim." He kicked off his flip-flops and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He was built like one of those Greek god statues you see in pictures, very broad shoulders, tight abs and a narrow waist. He looked me in the eye as he unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop. He wasn't wearing underwear and now it was me who was doing the staring. His cock was big, at least 8 inches, and in a semi-erect state. He smiled at me as I quickly shifted my eyes away from his cock in embarrassment.
"Man, I can't wait to hit the water," he said, as he ran across the beach and splashed into the water. We all took our beers and waded into the waist-deep water about 20 feet from shore. We were joking around, talking about a party we'd been to the weekend before, and some of the girls we'd like to fuck. Andy said that Ellie, one of the hottest girls at the party, had given him a blow job. We were calling him a bullshitter and teasing him that he wouldn't know what to do if Ellie asked him for a fuck. Laughter and jokes were coming fast and furious. Jim wasn't saying much, just listening and enjoying the cool water. He slowly walked closer to where I was standing, a little too close for my comfort, so I took a step away. Then, just as I was raising my beer to take a swig, I felt Jim's hand gliding across my ass.
Although I have to admit it felt good to have his hand moving over my ass and sliding briefly down my crack, I knew my friends could guess what he was doing. There was no way I wanted them to think I had gay tendencies.
"Hey, goddamn it, you can swim with us, buddy, but that's it. We're not gay, so keep your fucking hands to yourself."
Maybe my reaction was a bit harsh, but I didn't want my buddies thinking I was gay
"Gee, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't resist. I promise it won't happen again. I'm really sorry."
My buddies were laughing their asses off as I quickly moved away from Jim. "Looks like you've got yourself a new friend who likes your bubble butt, Johnnie. Jeez, he's nice enough to buy us beer, maybe you should let him cop a few feels," Andy laughed. Then Ben, who was my best friend, said "Yeah, Johnnie, don't be so offish. Jim just wants to be friendly."
"Fuck you guys," I said, "if you wanna be gay with this guy, be my guest."